My sanity claimed by urgent need, I slide up her dress, raising one of her legs so I can stroke her ass and rub her damp sex against me.
She pushes against my shoulder, as her lips fight to escape.
Gasping, I cease crushing her mouth, and look into her eyes, trying to catch my breath and tame my raging need.
“He’s gone.” Her cheeks are flushed and her words come through kiss-bruised lips. “He walked past us.”
Again, my admiration for her expands. She understood the reasons for my actions, just as I hope she did back in Lymbo. And while she doesn’t look fully appreciative at this moment, she trusts me to protect her.
“No one touches you but me,” I say deeply. “No one.”
Her eyes widen.
“No one in thiscity,” I clarify, as jealousy stabs at my chest. I detest how quickly she thought of her lovers, needing to verify that I won’t object to her continued copulation with those men.
When we wed, I vowed she could keep her lovers, and I won’t break our sacred covenant. No matter how badly it pummels my pride.
Rosomon nods and a smile brushes her lips. I also took a vow to make her happy—always—and it’s clear that she requires the cocks of those two other men to be happy.
Someday she’ll tire of them, and we’ll still be married. Until then, I must become better at controlling my inexplicable jealousy. I don’t own this woman. And Icertainlydon’t love her. These infernal stabs of jealousy will pass.
Here, while we’re separated from her lovers for a time, she’ll soon realize my rod is the only one she needs and desires.
“Can you let me down?” she asks.
I blink. While I’ve stared into her magical eyes, I’ve kept her pinned to the wall, my cock pulsing against her flesh, for what may have been a very long time.
Nodding, I set her feet on the ground and watch as she tugs down the dress that barely covers her backside and upper thighs.
“There are many dangers in this city,” I remind her, as if giving a lesson. “But no one will harm you with me at your side.”
She nods, but her lips are squeezed tightly together, almost as if she’s fighting to trap words inside.
“Let’s discuss this, when we’re alone.” Her voice is tight, but she lets me retake her hand.
“Agreed. As soon as we are alone, we will talk.” And after that, we will fuck. I desire—Irequire—more physical interaction with my wife, and if her reaction while we kissed is any indication, she desires the same from me. My wife has barely scraped the surface, in terms of learning all the ways I can please her.
For a moment, I almost forgot why we came to the Darkness, and I’m shocked to discover how easily my priorities can shift—at least when it comes to pleasing my queen.
CHAPTER 3
Saxon
Surath is flying in the wrong direction. On purpose. Rage overtakes my fear for Rosomon’s life.
“Turn around, immediately!” I command my dragon.
Human, I don’t follow your orders, Surath replies.I don’t follow anyone’s orders—except perhaps my king’s. Even then, only when I must.
“Why aren’t we following?”
Our king has tasked Xendus and me with freeing more of our people, while he continues to search for answers in the Darkness.
“I won’t be separated from Rosomon!” I shout. Never again. Especially now she’s forgiven me. Especially now I’m certain she was on the verge of telling me that she loves me. Although it can’t be half as much as I love her.
How quaint of you to believe that Zogar’s wife loves you. How naive—how treasonous. I should toss you off my back for fucking our queen.
As Surath shares these thoughts, her tone goes from amusement to fury.
